You must know that what shines more than the light of dreams is the light of life.

- Plane Notes (5)

"Beep, the world is being teleported—"

"Drop, the character's memory is being transported—"

When Dill opened her eyes, there was darkness all around, with only two faint breaths and a sparkle of fire in the darkness.

"Have you thought about it?"

The owner of the voice should be a man who thinks he is over half a hundred years old, probably because of long-term smoking, and looks a little hoarse.

Then, the footsteps of "Da Da" came from far and near-

"Don't speak?" The man smiled lowly, and there was no joy or anger in the laughter, "You art children are really high."

Suddenly, a strong sense of disgust swelled in her heart, and Dill frowned.

This time, the residual emotions of the original owner were somewhat strong, and even if the soul was destroyed, the body still retained trigger-type memories.

The memories that are poured into the brain are very complex, and it will take some time to straighten them out and receive them thoroughly. During this time, Dill remained silent, not answering the man's questions.

The atmosphere in the air became a little condensed, followed by the sound of undressing and the snapping of metals.

"Since you don't say no, then I'll take you by default" The man got closer and closer to the dill, and at the same time, his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Little baby, I'm coming" With this excited whisper, the man pounced forward, however, it was not the soft ** he expected, and the man's body slammed into the bed.

Although the memory has not been completely straightened out, dill still subconsciously dodges in the face of the mass that is about to cover herself.

"What does that mean?" The man was a little displeased, "Don't play tricks with me"

"Hehe" Dill smiled lowly, the laughter was extremely magnetic, male and female, "It's so boring to do it directly, isn't it good to add some pre/play?" ”

As the last vestiges of memory were flattened out in my mind, everything became clear in an instant.

The original owner, Yuanchen, is a male and a freshman at the most famous conservatory in country X.

There are always some people in this world who have a talent that ordinary people can't envy, and the original owner is one of these people.

Yuanchen has a highly recognizable voice, and his voice is full of both male magnetism and feminine softness. These two seemingly opposing sound qualities are skillfully fused together in the original owner's body to form a unique natural sound.

With such a good voice that appreciates food all the time, coupled with the original owner's love for music and his unremitting love from childhood to adulthood, the original owner soon became famous on the road of music.

However, at the age of sixteen, he was admitted to Lin Xi Conservatory of Music.

Entering the conservatory of music, meeting a highly respected music tutor, sinking down and concentrating on precipitation, and finally accumulating steadily.

The original owner's life should have been smooth sailing like this, but a game completely cut it all off.

The summer vacation before entering school, the original owner got a chance to compete by chance - the voice of dreams.

The Voice of Dreams, known as the Star-Making Dream Factory, is the largest and most well-known singing competition in China.

The judges of the competition are all the most famous singers or musicians in China, and the organizer of the show is the most powerful entertainment company in China - MT Entertainment.